A/N

Okay, I just have a warning:

I am bad at writing scenes which involve sappiness or romance, so, as you may have noticed, I have tried to avoid them. But from now on, I just wanna point out that if somethings badly written, just let me know how to improve it, okay? Okay.

Enjoy!

"C'mon, El, hospital sleepover. Us three, a crappy hospital bed, and sleeping bags. What's not to love?" Stanley asks.

"Oh, I dunno, the whole fact that I'm going to Maren's tonight!" I snap back.

"Aw, El, you know I cant come to that!" Nolan pouts.

"Exactly," I mutter.

"Oh yeah, you two have that thing," Stanley notes.

"What?"

"Well, Nolan told me about you-"

"Okay! I need a break from you. Being in this hospital with you all the times getting boring. And its the holidays! I don't wanna be taking dumb memory jogger tests," I rant.

"Yeah, those tests do suck," Nolan nods.

"Right. And you've got nowhere. Apart from the lunch thing," I add at his protests.

"Well, I'm coming. So's Malfoy and Tweedledee and Tweedledum," Stanley says.

"What? No, its-"

"That's final." Ugh.

"Fine. Come. See if I care. Face Maren's wrath."

"Hey, we don't hate each other anymore, right? She'll love me being there," Stanley boasts.

"Mhm, sure," I say.

"Its true!"

"Yep. Whatever. I'm going."

"I'm coming."

"And I'm bloody laying here while you two are arguing over my face!" Nolan interrupts pointedly.

"Sorry, mate. Well, see you there, El," Stanley waves.

"Yeah. See you." Deja vu. I already have a bad feeling about this.

I knock on the door. Myra opens it.

"Hey! Come in! Smellfoy, Dumb and Dumber, and Stinky are invading," she ushers me in. I snicker at the names.

"Yo, Ella! Come join us!" David yells, hiding behind a couch. He ducks down as a toilet sails over his head.

"Yeah, no," I retort, sending a roll flying at where his head was. He comes back up just in time for it to hit him. I start cracking up. Maggie high fives me.

"Good hit! We need more ammo," she adds in a lower voice.

"Damiens! Attack!" Damien yells, popping up holding a roll.

"No, man. The Damiens? How lame can you get?" Matt asks.

"The fiddlesticks!" Stanley yells. The girls and I look at each other, then crack up. The boys charge us while we're laughing. Oops.

"Okay! Okay! You win!" They stop assaulting us.

"So..." Stanley says.

"Well, I looked up these dumb games on the internet. So, wanna play the camera game?" Maren asks.

"Okay." We all get in a circle.

"So we pass it...and wait for it to go off?" Damien clarifies.

"Yep. I said they were dumb," Maren says. She passes the camera to Myra, who passes to Damien, then Matt, me, Maggie, Marina, David, and it flashes on Stanley. We examine the picture.

"Oh, God, delete it!" he moans.

"Hell no! That's a keeper!" Maren grins.

"Well, this is seriously boring. So, you got another game?" Myra asks.

"Ok, this is where everyone writes down the name of a boy, passes it on and writes the name of a girl, then the next person writes something the boy says, and the last person writes something the girl says. So, start writing!" I agree with Maren. These games are lame. I write Draco Malfoy, then fold it over and pass it to Maggie. I think for a minute, then write Myra. Dunno why. Next, I print Do you like eating whale? And lastly, my reply is Heck yeah I like ironing! I dunno, but it supposed to be random.

"Okay, open yours up!" Marina announces. I do so. And crack up. Nolan, Katy Perry. Hehe. Sentences? You know what material this shirt is? Yeah, gardenings the bomb diggity! Bomb diggity? Who even says that?

"Bomb diggity? Who?" I demand. Myra raises a sheepish hand. I roll my eyes at her.

"Draco Malfoy and...Lady Gaga? Can you tie a balloon? I like meat! What the actual heck..." David reads. Matt unfolds his eagerly, and raises his eyebrows at the paper.

"...um. Nick Jonasand Myra. Oh my gosh, you guys are so awkward and lame, you're perfect for each other. Are you retarded, cause you're pretty special. I stepped on a corn flake, now I'm a cereal killer. Wow. Myra, you should give him a call," he comments.

"Oh, can it, Matt. Nate and Dana are my OTP, anyway." We all stare at her.

"Uh, what?" Damien asks.

"In Camp Rock 2. Nate and Dana." Still no response. "Y'know, introducing me!" We didn't comment on her singing. She huffs.

"Whatever."

"Well, uh, these games suck, but its pretty funny how bad they are. Ready for the next one?" We nod. "Balloon dare." We look over at the pile of multi-coloured balloons.

"You pop one, then have to do the dare inside. Pretty much truth or dare, without the truth," Maren explains.

"I'm first!" Matt yells, grabbing a balloon. He tries stomping on it, but keeps missing.

"Why don't you pop you dumb balloon!" he shouts at it, and eventually Maren has to get a needle to pop it with. Matt reads it.

"Have two people make you a drink with gross ingredients, then drink it. Ew!"

"Who's making it?" Damien asks.

"Uh, random selector!" Someone types our names into a computer (no idea where it came from), then hits a button. In the end, Stanley and I are in the kitchen.

"Okay. What are you thinking?" I ask.

"Gross as possible."

"Um...green curry paste? What's that?" I ask. Stanley shrugs.

"I dunno. Put it in." He reaches around in the pantry.

"Aha! Here we are, mini pickles!" I wince.

"Gross. I like it. Put two in," I say.

"I approve."

"Ooh! Dejon mustard! This stuff is nasty!"

"Pepper sauce, definitely!"

"Hell yes to the garlic flakes!" In five minutes, we have concocted a completely disgusting, foul smelling drink. I pnch my nose.

"Ew, this is disgusting," I mumble.

"Yeah, it kinda is," Stanley replies. Suddenly, I slip over the floor, and skid backwards. Stanley catches me, and puts down the drink.

"You okay there?" I turn around. And nearly scream. His face is centimetres from mine. And he's...leaning in?! Oh no, oh no. My face is flaming, I'm sure.

"Just dandy," I give a faint smile, then try stand up. Since I'm already in an awkward position, I slip again and fall on my butt. Way to go, Ella. I hear Stanley chuckling.

"Let's take the drink in," I say stiffly. He nods, unaffected.

"Here ya go, Matteo!" Stanley announces.

"What's in it? Actually, I'd rather not know." H grips the drink, and takes a huge swig. I stifle a giggle. He gags.

"HOLY CRUD, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TWO PUT IN THIS THING?!" he screams.

"Uh, you probably don't wanna know..." I trail off.

"Hey, its better than it could be. Be glad Ella didn't let me pee in it," Stanley adds. Everyone makes an ew face. Matt swallows the rest down.

"Never again," he mutters.

"I'll go next," Myra announces, popping a balloon with ease. Matt gapes at her. We all laugh.

"Put ice down your pants until it melts. If you're a girl, in your bra too. Oh, great. Who wrote these?" she demands.

"My brother. I gotta say, he's good at this," Maren observes dryly, grinning at Myra..

"Yeah, great. Go get the ice." Myra walks out of the room, and comes back hopping.

"What's the aim of this? To make sure I can never wear clothes again comfortably?" she groans.

"I'll go while we wait for that to melt," I offer, and grab a balloon. I take a deep breath, then clap my hands on either side of it. It pops with ease.

"Seriously, how'd you do that?" Matt asks.

"Imagined it was your head," I reply, then read the dare.

"Stay still for the next two minutes. Have another player try and make you laugh using whatever means she/he can think of," I read.

"We'll select the person with the generator again." It lands on Damien. Joy. He winks.

"Your time starts now. Damien, try make her move." Damien reaches out a finger and pokes me. I don't flinch. He tries singing, screaming, dancing, and a whole lot of other stuff.

"Fifteen seconds, Damien! Hurry up!" Myra calls. Yes, I can wait this out. I have to win this. Then Damien grins. He turns and says something I cant hear to the group. They grin and nod. I resist the urge to raise my eyebrows. Then he leans in. And keeps coming. What, is he going to kiss me? Oh, he wants me to recoil. Well, I only have about ten seconds, so I wont move. He's only about an inch away now.

"Five seconds!" Myra calls. Damien then spits on my face. My hand goes up to wipe it off. Then I realize what I've done.

"Crap!" I exclaim. Damien cracks up.

"No fair," I grumble.

"Yes fair. Now, who's next?" We continue playing for hours.

"Okay. Movie time!" Matt yells. He holds up three movies.

"The Human Centipede? Hell to the freaking no!" I exclaim.

"Okay, what about High School Musical?" He asks. We're about halfway through it (don't ask why we decided to watch it. We had bad decision making skills, let's just say that) when Matt's eyes widen. "Stanley, can I talk to you for a minute!"

"Uh, yeah, man. Sure," he follows Matt out of the room. I dont hear any of what they're saying.

Matt comes storming out a few minutes later, after yanking David and Damien in with them.

"I gotta go," he mumbles. The other three come out, David looking somewhat guilty. Hmm.

I walked into the hospital, seriously tired.

"Dr Haol?" I ask the desk lady.

"57." I thank her, then head upstairs. I enter the room. Dr Haol, Nurse O'Connell and Nolan are already in there. Dr Haol looks exasperated, Nolan irritated and Nurse O'Connell carefully neutral. She loojs up and sees me. I can practically feel her relief.

"Thank God-um, I'm glad you're here, Ella. We have been making progress..."

"Progress? The boy refuses to tell us anything!" Dr Haol interrupts.

"Some of my life is personal, you know! And I doubt you wanna know some of the details," Nolan retorts.

"Yeah, you honestly dont want details. Ugh," I shudder. Nolan nods.

"See! Even she thinks its personal!"

"Well if you don't want to tell us we cant help you."

"I dont wanna tell you! Do you wanna be caught up in crappy teen drama?" He asks pointedly.

"If it means getting your memories back!" Dr Haol exclaims. Nolan sighs.

"I remembered kissing someone, okay?" He says, frustated.

"That was what you didn't want to tell us?"

"Hey, my personal lifes my personal life," Nolan raises his palms. "If you want more deets, there was more than one, not at the same time, though, and it happened in a closet-" Nurse O'Connell cuts him off.

"Okay, we get it. We don't need more information," she sighs. "Why did we have to get stuck with this teenage boy? Any other one, I'm sure..." I snicker to myself.

"So you've remembered lunch, and doing...things in a closet."

"I wasn't doing things, Doc, I was kissing someone. Honestly, adults these days."

"So what links them?" He finishes.

"Uh...they're both insignificant and random things?" Nolan offers.

"Insignificant- bloody hell, boy, it meant nothing to you? Then why-"

"Reputation. Some people stupidly care about those," I cut in.

"Hey, I met my friends through it!" Nolan protests. I burst out laughing. I know he doesn't intend for it, but it sounds like he's saying he met Stanley and them through...kissing them. Oh, jeez.

"You met Stanley and them in a closet, ay? Doing things?" I question. He looks horrified.

"No way! Why even..." he trails off.

"Ella, have you remembered anything?"

"The days before it are crystal clear. Its just some things from that one day," I explain.

"So, when am I getting back to school?" Nolan asks.

"You have a shattered knee that's barely started to heal, along with a deformed bone, and a dozen cuts and bruises, and you want to go back to school?" Dr Haol exclaims.

"What about your fangirls? They'll be horrified," I add. Nolan shrugs.

"They'll live. Besides, jumping off a building, saving a damsel in distress is pretty badass and heroic," he smirks.

"Yes, they'll be all over your deformed bone," I agree sarcastically.

"Well, according to this video Matt sent me, it is pretty attra-" I interrupt.

"Shut up or youll have another bruise to worry about. And I don't think these two would stop me," I threaten.

"Yes, ma'am," he salutes.

"End of the holidays. I've had enough of you for a lifetime," Dr Haol says. Nolan looks ecstatic.

"But I'll be pushing your wheelchair," the nurse adds firmly.

"Oh come on. If I have a friend-"

"Maybe, Mr Kodenz. Don't push it," she warns. He nods solemnly.

"So. How long have the holidays got?" He asks. I give a wry smile.

"Two days. Think you can wait that long?"

"Garde better be ready. Cause Nolan is back, baby!" He fist pumps. I snort.

"We'll see," I reply evenly.

So that's that. And...I'm getting United as One tomorrow! Yeep! It's also my birthday tomorrow. Huh, I'll be old.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed.

Peace,

HV